#motorbike loop

[normal-people-travel]

5 Best Things To Do When Backpacking North Vietnam

When considering things to do in Northern Vietnam, there are many recommendations online that can guide you in different directions. I spent a month forming my opinions and favorite places; There are 5 things that topped my list: The Ha Giang Loop Explore Ninh Binh by Motorbike Hike in Cat Ba National Park Shop in Hanoi’s Vintage Stores and Secondhand Market Eat at Bakeries in Hanoi City…

[excitinglifee]

Ha Giang Loop - Vietnam

[noah-infinity]

To close off the year, I figured I'd do something I've been wanting to do for a while. Draw Holly on a motorcycle.

She's on a mission to be cool and fistfight Octavio

[cawille]

Cảm ơn Vietnam! 🇻🇳

This country feels incredibly raw, and I can't get enough of it. At first it comes off as chaotic and intimidating. Crossing the street seems like a death sentence waiting to happen between the sea of motorbikes constantly honking, crooked sidewalks with tripping hazards, and mixed smells of food, sewage, and cigarettes. But once you realize the city is actually quite safe and the people are so friendly, all those first impressions melt away to reveal an inviting culture that works so hard for so little and yet they seem so happy

Sidewalks are meant for food, not a path to walk on. Imagine sitting on a tiny stool. With another tiny stool as your table. You're drinking draft beer that was made that morning. In front of you is a plate of something or other, a dipping sauce, and a side of herbs and greens. Simple, delicious, and fresh from the cook who made it less than 5 ft away from you.

Biking through the Ha Giang mountains will forever be one of my most cherished traveling memories. The landscape twists and turns, leaving a masterpiece of rocky mountains mixed with lush trees that create deep valleys and lead to flowing rivers. At times the clouds create deep mists that mask the mountains slightly, giving off mysterious vibes. I can picture dragons appearing above the horizon and descending into the valleys below. It leaves a feeling of wonder, that there is magic still left in this world.

The locals we met were all so open and friendly. Always drinking, eating, and singing karaoke where they could. Riding through the remote villages, people were harvesting corn, roasting meat over an open fire, laundry was out to dry. Children carrying babies on their backs while walking along the road unsupervised, smiling and waving at you as you ride by saying "Xin Chao!"

I'm overcome by an intense feeling of gratitude for life. And it's a feeling i don't think I'll ever forget. It's a feeling of freedom that I want to keep with me going forward as I go back to my daily life. That this world and this life is beautiful. To live simply, connect authentically with others, and enjoy all it has to offer.

[skelliko]

๑-context: a summer activitie with them

๑-featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji, Mikey, inui, shinichiro, Kokonoi, Rindou, ran, mitsuya,

°- kazutora hanemiya

• exploring abandoned places and going so far out into the city, climbing over fences just to get into the buildings and running from the police or other pedestrians that had caught you trespassing in someone else's property even though it's not like you both are doing anything harmful there. your just enjoying each others company whilst getting excitement in exploring new places that may be even a little dangerous but what's a little fun if you don't 'ball it'

°- chifuyu matsuno

• making hand made jewelry is a cute activity, you had to teach chifuyu how to tie the string right otherwise it'd come loose but after he got the jist of it y'all were making many sets of matching bracelets that you wear all the time in different colours and patterns. though sometimes it gets frustrating when it comes to tying the string and you can't seem to get the loop right or when your fingers accidentally let go of one side of the string and then all the beads fall downwards and both of you end up crawling on the floor trying to recollect every lose bead, but that doesn't happen often.

°- Baji Keisuke

• forest walks, not all the time but sometimes he'd suggest wandering around a forest, picking up weird shaped branches to show you, finding a bug on a leaf and if you don't like bugs then he'd be a nuisance about it and chase you around with the it. but if you have a heart with bugs then hed look around trying to find the coolest looking one specifically to show/give you and he'd dedicate to it even if he does occasionally get a little grossed out by them.

°- manjiro sano/ mikey

• constant motorbike rides! if you have your own motorbike then the both of you will be riding till you reach the end of earth and seeing which one can out do the other. but if you don't then you'd be latched on at the back of his bike and going with the flow of the wind to cool off from the heat. mikey would also try teaching you how to ride a motorbike, he's more patient with you than anyone else so you can take your time with taking in the information so that you know how to switch gears and dont attempt in going through a wall.

°- Inui seishu / shinichiro sano (I couldn't decide)

• due to him being in the bike shop and working on fixing some motorbikes here and there, there'd be trips to visit him holding a sweet, cold treat to give him on his lunch breaks. though when you're teasing him a little too much he'd purposely smear his oil grease stained fingers across your skin to leave a large, black mark and it'd cause a small fit of smiles and laughter but also some small annoyance on your side as you have to scrub the mark off from you by the sink.

°- Kokonoi hajime

• perfect time and weather to go visit new towns and enjoy the beautiful scenery that neither of you thought you could see until now. browsing into small business shops that you haven't seen/been into before and if something catches your eyes that you'd die for to have then Koko would buy it for you in a heartbeat because seeing you smile with light in your eyes at an item makes him want to keep you in that gleaming mood.

°- rindou haitani

• spontaneous night outs where you start the night to be all cozy watching a series with a tub of ice cream to then be all dressed up and sparkly after one text or phone call from rindou mentioning a club is doing a certain theme. the both of you may seem to be there for the party but actually it's the attention you both bring, getting all dressed up is the fun part and most of the time you do it together and have matching outfits or accessories, give everyone around a sight to see and only then do you give your all with the drinks and dancing.

°- ran haitani

• constant need to be in the pool or anywhere that has water, especially on hot boiling days when a 5 minute walk would feel like 5 hours. in the day you'd usually go to an outside pool and enjoy yourselves and then at night you'd have to pamper him since he's still affected from the heat, he has no tolerance. you tend to go to public ones but only those that you know are clean and have decency of others, essentially public pools that kids don't go to.

°- mitsuya takashi

• summer is the perfect time for him to work on summer clothes and you always happen to be his muse meaning you're the one who he always dots down your measurements and your always the one that tries the clothes on and half the time you tend to keep the clothing. if you wear dresses then sun dresses are always something that he enjoys sowing for you, you spinning around as the dress flows and spins with you, he doesn't make those basic ones but rather he puts in a lot of detail just for you, making it adorable and flattering. but if you don't wear dresses or such clothing then he always considers what kind of material he uses, that way for the hot days your not melting and instead you feel more free and feel a breeze.

 ♡----

[7s3ven]

Had my Y/N moment yesterday when a motorbike passed me 😻. I was walking to my bus stop bc I wanted to go to the library to study and I heard a motorcycle and I was like “ooh, motorbike” and I jokingly looked at the person as they passed me. Guys, it was a one second look from me AND THEN I SAW THEIR HELMET TURN AS THEY LOOKED AT ME BACK. I was so embarrassed that I hit my head with my hand then I heard their bike rev behind me.

So erm… imagine that with Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Imagine Ghost tatted up and riding a motorbike 😻. You’re like, a third year university student or something and you’re waiting for your bus so you can go to the library to study. You have a fascination with motorcycles (must’ve come from TikTok) and you hear the sound of a motorbike.

You look to your left to see a man with his sleeves rolled up, exposing his tattoos. He’s extremely muscled too. You don’t notice you’ve been staring long enough for him to notice. You can practically see your own reflection in his visor as he drives past, staring right back at you. Your eyes never leave him until he’s out of sight.

You’re extremely flustered after that interaction but you think nothing of it.

The next time you’re waiting at your bus stop, you hear the familiar sound of an engine revving. It’s the same man. Instead of simply driving past you like last time, he actually pulls over and stops.

His visor flies up to expose his eyes. “Noticed you staring yesterday, lovie.” He says, “You single?”

You can only silently nod.

He holds out his phone, “Type in ‘yer number, lovie. ‘M gonna take ya out sometime and you can do more than stare at my tattoos.”

You’re too busy fumbling with his phone to notice the grin on his face.

Ghost picks you up on his motorbike because he knows how much you like it. He polished it just for you. And bought a helmet just for you too.

“How ya doin’, lovie?” He’s sitting on his bike, watching your every move.

The words get stuck in your throat as he loops one finger around your belt to pull you closer. His hands rest on your hips as he stares up at you.

“Hop on and do your best not to fall off. Want my date in one piece.” He laughs at his own joke as you slip the helmet on and sling a leg over his bike. “Hold on, pretty.”

He finds amusement in the scream you let out as he drives off and how your arms tighten around his waist, face pressed against his back.

[reds-hoodies]

Infinity Repeating

MDNI

Tags: Jason Todd x F!Reader, 18+, Alpha!Jason, Omega!Reader, SoftDom!Jason, Biting, Blood

Word Count: ~3k

Author’s Note: kinda expanding on this a bit and ngl I got a little lost in the sauce with this one… anyways enjoy!

It wasn’t during the first day of their stakeout that Jason noticed anything was off. Nor during the second day.

But maybe he should’ve known something was up when they charged in on the third day and knocked some heads around. Sure, he’d been a bit more aggressive than he should’ve been—a lot of the bad guys probably had life-altering concussions, he’d shattered a couple of jaws, and he was pretty sure he’d broken more than a few femurs. So, he’d be the first to admit, he’d been a bit… much. His frown deepened as he tied up the last goon and delivered one more kick for good measure.

“Dude, you reek.” Tim gagged, shaking his head as he crouched down to ID the cronies at Jason’s feet. “We’ve gotta get you to a shower, man.” The Beta didn’t mean anything by it, and Jason knew that. But as he re-holstered his twin pistols on his back, he couldn’t help but want to throttle the kid. He hated feeling this way.

Jason took a deep breath and held it, counting to ten, then thirty seconds before slowly releasing it. He needed to go back to the safehouse. He needed to go home. He stalked over to his motorbike, noticing the red and blue lights in the distance growing nearer.

“No worries, Jaybird! We all smell bad after a decent workout!” Dick slapped a hand onto Jason’s back. “How about we head back? Clean up, eat, and play some Parcheesi, huh? ” He’d looped Tim into a headlock as they made their way to their bikes. “The night’s still young!”

“God, you’re old.” Tim laughed, wriggling out of Dick’s arm.

“Yeah, I’ll pass.” Jason grunted. His bike engine hummed as he situated himself in the seat, taking a moment to stretch the muscles in his neck. When had he gotten so tense?

“Oh! That reminds me!” the other Alpha perked up from his bike. “I left my nice socks at your place. Mind if I grab them?”

“Sure, man.” Jason rolled his eyes. “Just don’t make a mess looking for ‘em like you did last time.” He grunted and sped off, his two brothers trailing behind.

The ride back was quicker than Jason had anticipated. His mind was preoccupied with the mystery of his growing irritation. But where was it coming from? He thought he’d worked past the whole ‘edge-lord-angst’, so what was it? The questions churned, his fists clenched against the handlebars of his bike.

As he pulled into the hidden driveway of the building, his recent outbursts played on a loop in his mind—this anger, this aggression—it felt familiar. He let out a sharp sigh, dismounting and heading for the door. It had to be his rut approaching. It was a bit early, but not impossible, he reasoned. If he could just hold out until his brothers left, he’d be in the clear.

They climbed up to the safe house at the top of the apartment complex. Jason shoved the front door open, his brothers chatting behind him. He placed his helmet on the counter near the door, shucking off his jacket and gloves as he and his brothers shuffled into the foyer.

The front room of the apartment was dark and quiet, but something in the air smelled delicious. Had you cooked something? Or baked? It was a scent he couldn’t quite place, but it carried the same allure as you. It made his mind swirl and his mouth water. It was almost as if-

You’d gone into your heat.

Jason’s hand stopped halfway to the light switch. Fuck, he’d known—you’d both been tracking it, and somehow, he still forgot. That would explain why his rut came so early. He heard Dick take a sharp breath.

No.

Jason rounded on his brothers, hackles raised, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. The sound vibrated in the air, a warning that cut through the silence. With his rut bearing down on him, his Omega alone, lost to the throes of heat... He knew he was being irrational. And yet, the urge to tear them both to pieces clawed at him, raw and unrelenting.

The smell of danger thickened in the room, a warning that left no doubt: His brothers were no longer welcome. He needed them out. Now.

“Hey, look, say no more.” Dick said, ever quick to pick up on cues, raised one hand in a placating gesture. With the other, he grabbed the collar of the Beta beside him, who had been attempting to squeeze further into the room. Now, Tim stood stock-still in his tracks.

“In fact,” his younger brother piped up, “say less.” The Beta and the blue-clad Alpha took a slow step back, cautiously making their way to the threshold. Dick knew if he or Tim made any sudden moves, Jason would attack and wouldn’t let up until they submitted.

That wasn’t something any of them wanted to deal with.

“I’ll come back for the socks another time.” Dick huffed a laugh. Jason appreciated him for that, but his patience was wearing thin. For every step back his brothers took, Jason took one forward. He then grabbed the door and slammed it shut.

With Dick and Tim on the other side now and hopefully making their way out of his building, their presence lingering in the air like a threat, the urge to chase still clawed at him. You were in the next room and every instinct screamed at him to protect you, to secure his territory. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he fought the urge, forcing himself to focus. Kicking them out had been the right choice, but the Alpha still simmered beneath the surface.

After a moment, he hastily made his way over to the shared room where your scent was strongest.

Jason went to open the door, but the handle was locked. For weeks, he had been trying to convince you to take the necessary precautions to stay safe while you were alone. He was glad you had listened to him —except for now when he desperately wished you hadn’t. His Alpha clawed furiously in his chest, urging him to get to you.

He lifted his hand, intending to knock on the offending piece of wood. Instead, he pressed his forehead against the door, digging his nails into the palm of his fist.

Deep breath in, and out.

His nerves settled, but just barely. Knowing you were right there on the other side did little to help. To him, everything that mattered lay beyond that door.

Your whine filtered through, and his adrenaline spiked again.

“Baby, are you okay? Do you need-” Do you need me? I can help you. Please let me in, he wanted to say.

He was shaking. He wanted to rip the door off its hinges, to tear it apart, but he would rather drown in the pits than make you afraid of him. So, he slid to the floor, trying once again to calm the growling in his chest.

Breathe in.

His head swam, dulled to everything around him yet acutely aware of your presence just a few feet away. He heard a scuffle and a soft tumble on the other side of the door.

Breathe out.

A few clicks sounded, and the handle turned in his grip.

Breathe in.

The door wrenched open, and he was struck with the most delectable scent.

In. And in. And innn.

Jason filled his lungs with it, tasting the air on his tongue and savoring the flavor on his palate. It was heady and warm, with the unmistakable and sweet lilt of an Omega in full heat. He opened his eyes—he didn’t even remember closing them—and there you stood. You were clad in the oversized tee he had worn before he left, the fabric hanging down to the tops of your thighs.

You were panting, dazed, your hair a mess from pulling at it as you spiraled into heat. Your eyes threatened to spill with frustrated tears.

You looked beautiful. And if he hadn’t already been on his knees, he would have dropped to them at the sight of you alone.

He noticed the haphazard pile of cloth on the bed. Your nest. He was devastated. He wanted to be there for you, but he left you alone to bear this.

“Jason, I-” You hiccuped, leaning forward with shaky hands. He straightened on his haunches, his hands gently trailing up the hot skin of your legs. You pressed your face against his temple, your breath warm and ragged.

“I need you, please..!” you sobbed into his jaw.

And—shit—he’ll help you. He’d give you everything you needed, anything you asked for.

Jason scrambled up from the floor, his grip firm as he wrapped your legs around his waist. Holding you securely, he made his way toward the bed, every step deliberate, every movement careful.

“I got you, I got you,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, grounding you as he held you close. It only took two strides until he reached the bed where he placed you down into the warmth of the nest and made his way in himself, careful not to disturb the hard work you put into making it.

Before he could let you go, you pulled him into a steamy kiss, desperate and needy. He bit your lip tenderly then released it with another kiss of his own and trailed a large hand up your front to your breast, pinching and teasing one sensitive nipple and taking the other into his mouth, the large shirt bunched up at your neck. You moaned and your back bowed under his ministrations. His touch left a path of electricity tingling across your skin, it sent tingles down your spine to the tips of your toes.

He pulled the large shirt off you and threw it away from the bed. He tossed his own just as quickly. Jason then worked to take off his belt, eyeing your bare form hungrily.

You sat up, assisting him even though he didn't need it. You were frantic. As he threw his belt to the ground, you were already going after his fly.

"Shit.." Jason murmured, taken by how direct you were being.

You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

He pushed the jeans and underwear off his body, and he felt your hands reach for him. He quickly grabbed your wrists, firmly pinning them down to the mattress. You whined, and he responded with a low, rumbling growl. The sound wasn’t just deep, it resonated through you like a live current, igniting every nerve it touched. It set your pulse racing, every thrum of his growl fanning a fire that refused to be contained. It was an Alpha’s call, raw and commanding, demanding a response your body couldn’t ignore.

Your legs snapped open to beckon him closer, hips raising desperately, and you felt it. His cock lay on your front just reaching your belly button, it was thick and heavy, red and rippled with veins, his head so leaking with his arousal that it dripped onto your stomach. A wave of helplessness surged through you, leaving you trembling and mind reeling with each moment he spent not in you. Pleas and half-formed sentences tumbled out of your mouth like the tears from your eyes.

His thumb glided tenderly across your cheek, warm and deliberate, as if tracing the path of your tears. He pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your lips, savoring the faint taste of salt— he hated making you cry, but he loved the way you looked when you were needy like this. A guilty pleasure he would never admit.

He sat back up and hooked one of your legs over his shoulder. It was then as he went to line himself to your entrance that his breath stopped, he swallowed hard. Any other time he would work you open slowly, and he figured with your heat, he wouldn’t need to, but goddamn.

Your pussy was drooling.

He wanted to have his fill of you, to taste you and spell his name on your clit with his tongue over and over again. Marking you in one more way for himself. And fuck, he just might... He was salivating at the thought of getting his mouth on you.

Breath ragged, Jason traced a thumb up the seam of your opening, gathering your slick and almost dipping his finger into you before he pressed teasingly to the bundle of nerves at the top. You hissed a whine and arched your hips up for more. He instead pulled back his hand, where a sticky, thick trail of your own slick followed behind, it reminded him of honey. He popped it into his mouth— And tasted just as sweet, he groaned.

“Jason, please- I swear to god if you don’t do something,” Your voice snapped him out of his reverie. His eyes flicked to your own and down where you gripped desperately at his thighs and raised your hips once again, willing him to fuck you like he ought to, like he promised.

He then finally, finally started to push into you. You’re tight and warm. He rocked into you slowly, you can feel his cockhead slip in, parting you, and all your thoughts dissolved on your tongue, swept away by the sudden rush of pleasure that rendered your mind blank. At Jason’s final thrust, his hips are pressed flush against your own.

You felt deliciously full, and he watched your eyes flutter closed as you savored the moment’s perfection. A warmth spreading through you that almost made a purr rumble in your throat. You felt all of Jason inside you, filling you, pressing you. Amazing. So much better than your fingers.

His eyes locked with your hazy ones, your gaze glazed over with a debauched satisfaction.

“How you doin’, babe?” He huffs out.

You lick your lips and nod to him. He pressed his forehead to yours and laughed, low and breathy.

He was shaking holding himself there, steady for you to get used to his stretch until you carded your fingers through his hair in a silent plea.

To which He slowly pulled his hips away and promptly snapped his hips back to you. The sound that fell from your lips was wanton and so, so perfect. That had his Alpha howling. He needed another.

Jason’s restraint shattered, and he gave himself over completely to blind, ravenous, ruthless carnality.

Your voice went higher, shameless in its desire as he fucked you like his life depended on it. Pistoning himself into you, the headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall.

Although he fortified the apartment with soundproof doors and walls, Jason was sure even the neighbors two floors down would know his name.

Let them hear.

And he told you as much, your moans tumbled out of you non-stop, falling right into his ear and it sent shivers down his spine. He ran his tongue over his teeth before lapping at your neck and nipping at the tender and swollen scent glands there.

“Shit, please, Jason.”

Your voice high and full with need as you clutched at his shoulders and slammed your hips up to meet his own. You wanted him closer.

You felt the bite break skin, your body seized up and tightened around him as you keened with abandon. The Alpha tightened his jaw, tongue lapping up the blood as it seeped from the wound, beastly sounds pouring from somewhere deep in his chest. You had never felt anything so right in your entire life as this Alpha's teeth buried in you.

You frantically clawed at his back and writhed against him as you came, trying to push him away or bring him closer— you didn’t know. Jason held you tight all the same.

Jason was everywhere, he squeezed your waist, fondled your breast, mouthed under your neck then kissed you so deeply it was dizzying. Your Heat made him delirious, it wrapped around him and held him tight. He wanted to drown in you, to lose himself in every breath he took, as if you were the only thing keeping him alive.

Now Jason’s pace was growing erratic, he took your legs and folded you in half, bringing your knees to your shoulders and holding them there in his bruising grip. His voice fanned hotly against where he was pressed to your jaw.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

You're practically suffocating up against him, chords of the muscles in his neck strained against your face as you tried to meet him thrust for thrust. You wanted more of him and to feel him deeper. In that moment you didn’t think, acting only on instinct as you sank your teeth into Jason's neck.

His eyes rolled back and you moaned into the flesh in your mouth as you both came. He thrusted himself in deep, filling you with his hot seed as he milked out the last shivers of your climax. He felt himself swelling, throbbing, his knot plugging you up and keeping him inside you. When you both stilled, panting and spent, he felt you release your bite and he gently lowered your legs to the sheets.

It took a solid minute or two before you came back around, limbs splayed, body jelly. Jason petted the shine of sweat from your brow, both of your breathing still heavy.

“Good?” Jason managed.

You nodded, and nodded, and nodded, mouth open. He smiled.

Jason’s gaze landed on a half-empty water bottle sitting on the nightstand. Snatching it up, he uncapped it in one swift motion and gently lifted you, pressing the bottle to your lips. He didn’t move, watching intently, until he was sure you’d had your fill. Only then did he take a long swig for himself before setting the bottle back on the table.

It’ll be about a half hour before the swell of his knot went down, he reasons. He tucks his hips in close and rolls you both over so you lay on top of him, careful not to tug on where you were tied together. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, feeling the soft rise and fall of your sigh against him. You kiss him back, fluttery and soft and tired just under his jaw.

——

Quite a few hours had passed, and it was daybreak now.

There was a clock on the nightstand by the bed, but he hadn’t bothered to read it and he didn’t care to. You consumed his every thought as you lay beside him, fast asleep.

After that first wave, positions began to change. He held you up and against him, jackhammering into you as he spread you open in front of the full length mirror across from the bed. He was below you and you rapidly bounced on his cock wailing and moaning as he fingered your clit. You were on your knees on the bed, his old shirt pressed to your mouth, fingers gripping the bed sheets as he kneaded your ass in delirious appreciation and left bites up your spine.

Now, you were sprawled on your back, one arm stretched wide while the other rested lightly on his, as if even in sleep, you needed to feel him close. The sight tugged at something deep within him, and he couldn’t help but smile. The moment filled him, rich and sweet, like honey spreading across his soul.

He laid on his side with his head in his hand as he lazily traced every mark on your warm skin. You were beautiful, a work of art.

His gaze lingered on the angry red bites scattered across your neck, a vivid reminder of his claim. A low purr rumbled through him, his Alpha stirring with satisfaction at the thought of bearing identical marks, a matching testament to the bond that tied you both together.

His eyes moved over the rest of your body to see trails of hickeys and bite marks, disappearing into the place between your legs where he had resided earlier.

He kissed your forehead and slowly, carefully left the bed. He stepped over the articles of clothing and bedding strewn across the room and made his way to the bathroom.

He returned to your side with a wet washcloth, and he gingerly shifted your leg to clean away the mess in between. He saw how swollen your entrance was, still leaking with his spend and your slick, and the second set of bite marks on your inner thigh. Mating marks.

The bruises on your body and scratches on his would fade over time, but these and the ones on your neck would stay.

After tossing the washcloth into the basket of soiled clothes, he retired back to the bed with you, lifted the blanket over you both and pulled you back into his embrace.

And as the morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over you, he continued to take you in. Although he wasn’t there for the beginning, he vowed to be there for you everytime after.

——

Lmk what you think!

- Goob

[void-bitten-ghost]

Modern Mizu hears you like a bit of 'danger and excitement' from one of your friends, so she takes you to an underground fighting ring for like, your fifth date. This is after the gun range fiasco, so you've already seen a side of Mizu that not many have been allowed to see.

When she mentions this idea you're like, so fucking excited but still kinda like??? There's one of these here????? Nearby????? Holy shit yes???? Please?????? That's so cool?????

She specifically avoids answering how she knows it exists. This isn't about her. This is about sharing an experience she loves and you've shown interest in.

She picks you up on her bike (because Of Course she would have a motorbike that's like either this hand-me-down or a fixer-upper she restored) and you go. It's exactly what you thought it would be, off vibes and dodgy people, but being with Mizu somehow makes you feel safe because she's confident. But it's not an arrogant kind of confidence, it's a steady, assured sort of confidence that puts you right at ease as she takes your hand and leads you through the crowd.

Now, something you don't know is this is not Mizu's stomping grounds. Not even close. But she knew it by name and reputation and it was close enough you could both make a night out of it rather than three. Although... she wouldn't mind if that were to happen--

She snaps back to reality when you step forward and holler out encouragement to the scrawnier one of the two currently in the ring. The corner of her mouth quirks at your enthusiasm, a brow lifting and a hip popping as she crosses her arms to just. Watch you. As you lose yourself to the energy of the room.

The match ends with the scrawny one getting his ass handed to him by the dude built like a brick shit-house. She expected as much. It takes a certain amount of skill to be able to take a mountain of a man like that down while having such a slight build. She'd know, after all.

Anyway. Everything is going swimmingly until some prick pushes his luck trying to get your attention. You very bluntly tell him he's barking up the wrong tree and he does not take the rejection well. Mizu tries to not intervene directly with your battles too often. You're a capable person, it's one of the things she lov- likes. Likes about you.

But then the burly fuck reaches for you. You smack his hand away and go to headbutt him. She grabs you by the waist before you could start the climb to reach and if you weren't so riled up you might have short circuited at the feel of her calloused hand on your skin.

"This bitch yours, mutt?" He grunts to Mizu, and you see fucking red.

"You fucking dare call her a mutt you jumped up little cun--"

"Yes," she says over you, calm as a still lake, and you do actually short circuit at Mizu calling you 'hers'. The heat of anger in you switches gears to something far sweeter, but no less scalding.

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't upset her," Mizu says, her fingers trailing to your hip and gripping a belt loop possessively. You can suddenly feel every point of contact. Hip, arm, chest...

That's when the man looks at Mizu. Really looks at her with a lean forward and squinted eyes, looking over her tinted shades.

"Onryo," he breathes, and you feel Mizu tense behind you. She hadn't heard that name for a good long while. It was a name from her troubled youth. One she thought was long behind her since going legit.

"You're a long way from home, demon."

"What of it?"

You could sense something was happening as the two spoke in what you thought was an amicable tone, but then Mizu is pulling you behind her and shedding her jacket. You take hold of it instinctively as she went to drop it on the ground and she finally turns your way.

"Everything is fine," she tells you in that same confident tone, but she must see your confusion and anxiety written on your face because she takes your chin in her hand and gives you a quick peck on the lips. You stand there with a stupid, dumbstruck look she grins at as she--

She's heading to the ring. She's heading to the middle of the ring and she's shedding another layer as she climbs over the freshold oh dear gods you don't know what to do. What to think. Holy fucking shit she's right there in a sports bra and baggy pants while wrapping her knuckles-- where did she get wrappings from?????

You're more than short circuiting at this point. You need a soft reboot. Maybe a full reboot at this rate since she's sliding off those tinted glasses and-- oh.

You see her eyes.

You've seen them before, of course. But not like this. Not with this intensity behind them. Like she's looking right through her opponent to predict every single movement his future self might consider making. That indomitable focus had you flushing with heat from head to toe as you watched, mouth parted, breaths quickening.

She floors a man twice her size and three times the bredth and your knees might give out. Are you swooning? You might just be fucking swooning holy fuck--

But then she gets gut punched and then tackled by a secret second opponent and you snap back into the whole situation.

You scream out encouragement to Mizu until your lungs feel dry, and then you scream some more. You want to be the loudest. You want Mizu to hear you and know you're rooting for her while she wipes the floor with these cheating bastards.

There's four of the fuckers now. Four all dressed in similar... you hesitate to call them uniforms. More like they all shopped at the same tec-wear store at the same time. But shit are they fast. You have the slightest moment of worry when you see the glint of metal fly past in one of their fists--

Mizu breaks thier arm with a sickening twist and a wet 'crack', and you think you might never have been so turned on in your entire fucking life.

(And also you might need to address and analyse some things about yourself later...)

The metal drops to the floor with an audible clang and a loud noise goes off somewhere. You're going to be honest, you're not really paying attention to anything else other than how Mizu moves around her opponents. Even outnumbered she holds her own, muscles coiled and yet her movements are smooth like flowing water. You can't help but think of the type that wears away cliffsides and cracks apart mountains, because that's what she's doing. She's fighting smart where they're fighting with force, and she is kicking their fucking asses--

Others converge on the ring, the crowd flooding in to hold them all down and you can't help but notice it takes five fully stacked men to hold Mizu down. And even then that only lasts about seven seconds before she breaks free, methodically picking them all off one by one before she launches herself into the now turbulent crowd.

That's when you panic, shouting for her while elbows and shoulders send you this way and that. You narrowly dodge a fist to the face before a hand grabs yours. You're ready to swing right back when you lock eyes with those sharp blues you so adore.

You both book it out, avoiding flailing limbs and thrown table legs. You've somehow still got Mizu's jacket in the crook of your arm when you both make it outside and keep running, only stopping when the sound of sirens was long, long off in the distance.

You're both curled over in a dark, dank alleyway, breaths haggard and coming out as clouds in the crisp night air.

You look up from your knees, ass pressed against the brick wall to support your wobbly legs, and you can't help but crack a grin when you see Mizu in a similar state, only just realising what the fuck just happened.

The grin breaks into a laugh when Mizu looks to you with a bright smile of her own, it's a wheezing thing at first, but then it becomes a full belly laugh when she joins you. And oh, is that such a rare sight. Mizu losing herself in a laugh and then looking at you with the most beautiful full face smile you've ever seen in your life.

Your giggles die in the face of that smile, replaced with a quiet awe and probably the dumbest looking lovesick stare--

Steps. Multiple steps approach the alley and Mizu's first and only instinct is to hide and protect you, pressing you back against the wall and covering your mouth with her hand, catching your yelp of surprise before it could really become an external sound.

And ohhhhh, what a predicament you find yourself in. Pinned to a wall by this very strong and capable and, evidentally, dangerous woman who took you out tonight to a place you would only dream of going to and protected you the entire time and then caused a room wide fight to break out that she was, up until that point, winning--

Ohhhh my phone is currently dying a death imma have to post and carry on later because my brain is a bastard that way 🙃

[pressplay-if]

F*ck yes i loved that new update, loved basically everything about it, especially how the characters throw in how the mc is percieved....i love it.

I have to things i wanna say tho, nothing bad promise :) I get some things that are set with the mc, but there are some things that just kinda bother me(subjectively speaking here of course)

1: But why does mc not have a drivers license for instance, i get that poor mc would maybe not have had the funds for it, but a rich one had, and i imagine that the parents would have insisted they do one so that they can drive to important meetings to get a real job etc. yk what i mean?

2: So mc can only do vocals and sucks at everything else...feels kinda like mc is suuuper useless, like a magicarp that couldn't even perform splash, or a bird without wings etc. like i get that mc is more focused on singing and vocals but i would say that it would only make sense that mc can at least play one instrument(like many real artists/musicians do) so that when they are stuck in a loop maybe they can distract themself or smth yk to get back on the grind etc.?

Also wouldn't this mean, that if mc got sick and maybe lost their voice for a time or completely they would be even more useless....like a stone that wants to fly. And i don't mean to be rude here or something cause i genuinely like this game and the characters, but mc feels soo limited yk, and i know we still have only seen a little about mc but i would say that we should at least have one more hobby or smth.

Of course this is only my subjective opinion and please don't feel pressured to change anything, cause this is your story and you can do whatever you want with it, i just thought that i could give my two cents to it. Anyways have a good day and stay hydrated.

Heyooo ok so you really picked apart the MC lol but I totally laughed at how you described that 😂 a stone trying to fly

MC can actually drive, they just don't own a vehicle. That's because I wanna make a whole big thing about them getting their first own car/motorbike once the cash comes in you know 💖 also, it creates some nice little scenes like the cuddling Angel-option. But don't worry, MC can drive and will drive

MC doesn't like "suck" at everything else. They can play a little rhythm guitar and also they write most of the band's songs, so they're far from useless, even though they may not play another instrument (at the moment; I think I'm gonna add that option). So they're integral to the band, because even when it's Stevie writing the songs, she only ever writes for the MC. MC is very distinctive. It's interesting that you bring up MC losing their voice though bc that may or may not be a plot point later on. MC not really having another hobby is also kind of intentional. They will shift and change, but at this stage, you're playing as a very obsessed little creature. Their only real hobby besides singing rn is collecting vinyls. So I totally get what you're saying and I understand MC feels limited, but rn, that's kind of just how they are. Things may change. Others may not. Chapter 2 will give a lot more insight on MC, and a bunch more choices for y'all to make about them.

[moonshynecybin]

prompt #3: not actually a prompt but i wanna loop em together. how did none of you ask me about his ARM cmonnnn

"Does anyone have the balls to actually talk to you about it?" Vale says, speaking slowly, almost whispering. Marc's hair is in the way as he talks, face tucked under Vale's chin.

Marc shrugs. Only one shoulder moves.

"They know… They know not to bring it up if I don’t."

"What?" Vale asks. That doesn't sound right. But Marc keeps going:

"It’s easier that way. I can manage it— Ask someone if I need anything. But this way I don’t have to deal with everyone asking me. I decide."

"Maybe you shouldn’t be deciding." Vale says. Marc being the only one in charge of his body means that racing is going to take the priority.

Marc lets out a sound that intends to be a scoff— but it comes out wetter, uglier. Thick with an emotion he can’t help but let escape. He squirms a little against Vale, uncomfortable.

"I am taking the risk, I am the one on the bike. It’s my body, I know my limits."

Vale hums. "I don’t think you do," He says, not unkindly.

"What?" Marc's turn to be confused. He blinks. From this angle, Vale can just see his eyelashes, the way they flutter against his cheekbones. He smooths a thumb over the skin of Marc's arm, tracing against the edges of his bandage, feels him relax a little. It takes a few seconds to find the words.

"I think you crash until you find the limit. That’s what you do. And I think that you are not a motorbike, so you cannot be doing this all the time. You are not a machine or a tool, Marc— if you break yourself there’s not a guarantee the doctors can always fix you."

It's clear Vale's words hit something in him, knock against some long held belief that's recently been mangled by the reality of his injury. Marc curls in on himself, presses hard into the fabric of Vale's t-shirt, and Vale is suddenly, violently glad that they chose not to do this face to face. That he doesn’t have to see the way the scaffolding of Marc’s face is collapsing as he tries not to cry.

His body shudders, a leaf in the wind. When he talks, its taught and thin, scraped raw.

"I am afraid— I am afraid it will not be how it was," Marc says.

"It won’t.” Vale replies, and he feels like he wants to burn down the world. He hates that he hasn't been here, that Marc has had to deal with this alone. That they weren't speaking when the injury happened. That he had to get updates on Marc from fucking instagram. That he couldn’t convince Marc not to race, not to rush recovery, not to open that sliding door. Anything to prevent this— Marc, cracked open against him, chest heaving.

A terrible thought occurs to him, and he remembers abruptly and with horrific clarity when he broke his leg in 2010. How he came back months early, against the wishes of his doctor. How he lost the title anyways— how it was for nothing.

And he remembers Marc, aged 15 and frame too small, coming up to him in an oversized Honda polo, a model car cradled in his skinny fingers. Two years before Vale’s leg. Marc had been watching.

Was he always like this? Did you make him worse?

Marc shudders in a sniff, exhausted. It’s almost time for his next round of pain meds, and he must be feeling it.

Vale gathers him as close as he can, careful not to disturb his arm. There's nothing he can do about that right now.

He can try. It might not do much, this late, with everything that’s happened. With their history. With Marc’s arm the way that it is. But he can try.

“It won’t be the same, Marc— but that. That doesn’t mean it won’t be okay.”

[homestuckreplay]

John, Rose, Dave & Farmstink 💙💜❤️💚

(page 760-769)

WE'VE COLLECTED THE SET!! Jade Harley is a cool ass name. Jade, the bright green precious stone plus Harley, the motorbike, makes her sound like an edgy punk singer, not a flute playing gardener.

Dave was so active in his introduction, refusing to take any of the player's shit, but Jade is strikingly passive, deciding she doesn't even need to stick around. Her sleeping radically alters the player-narrator dynamic. With awake characters, the narrator turns their sarcastic insults (and the 'you' pronoun) towards that character ('your ARMS are in your MAGIC CHEST, pooplord!') Farmstink is asleep and can't be made fun of, so the narrator's abrasiveness is turned in full force against the player. It's them (us?) who's stupid for not seeing the arms, or for threatening to drop a pumpkin on an innocent sleeping child.

(Thanks, WV, for saving her just in time. It's good to see the other end of this closed, non-paradoxical time loop).

I love the narrator's reluctance to call Jade 'Farmstink' - do they genuinely not know Jade's name? They don't seem totally omniscient; I think they can only hear characters' active thoughts (including dreams - see p.651), nothing forgotten, concealed or just not on their mind.

The player's cursor returns for the first time in a while - maybe since John and Rose started playing Sburb (but I haven't verified this). Apparently, it follows the same rules as the Sburb cursor. The cursor can select and move objects (Jade's note; John's magic chest), but selecting a player is forbidden.

So where are we in Jade's timeline? On p.652, Jade says 'see i guess i fell asleep for a while and..... lost track of time', which from our perspective has just happened. This puts Jade behind John in the timeline, but not all the way back at the story's start - their other conversations about packages and meteors must have already happened.

Jade's 'deep passion for HORTICULTURE' combined with her mystical knowledge make gardenGnostic an apt chumhandle. An anonymous asker suggested that the titles (Heir of Breath, etc) could relate to what characters will do in the future - could the same be true for chumhandles? We have yet to see John play with slime or Rose summon a tentacle monster. Jade is so connected to the future that her chumhandle and title (guessing Seer of Light?) are things she's already doing.

Other thoughts:

Jade's handwriting is somehow exactly like her typing, it's so bright, fun and bubbly.

Jade is either changing REALLY fast or she has a magic shirt. On p.665 her shirt symbol was a simplified atomic diagram, when she wakes it's a pumpkin, and a moment later it's a leaf.

Jade has plants labeled 'peas', 'squash', and 'asparagus', all of which are the contents of WV's cans. Another link between these two?

Jade's music is 'silly' - not 'haunting', like all the other musicians.

I'm so impressed by this flute panel and the number of different animations within. 'L' is my favorite. Where is she going

> Jade: Look out of window at frog statue.

[littlekiara96]

Now that we've got Caesar and Burnice's EPs, I can't help but wonder...

What the hell will Lighter's EP be?

Will it be so over-the-top-too-cool-for-you it will be kitsch, but in an endearing way?

We are talking about this guy, after all...

Oh. What if they made some Rocky reference. What if they showed him fighting in the arena before he gets noticed by Big Daddy, and cue a Godfather reference to boot?

Nah, that would be his Demo video, not his EP...

Unless they do a training montage for his EP. That could be cool.

Or maybe his EP will be extremely chill. As a contrast. Just like Caesar's EP seems to be absolutely nonsensical for her character, but if you think so, it just means that you don't know her all that well. :]c

OH! Would be extra funny if his EP just shows him having a stroll on his bike, with a little loop animation, and it's the equivalent of the "music for study" anime girl but on a motorbike.

... what if it is the "too cool for you" approach, with Lighter doing cool stuff, but there's always something happening on screen that makes it hilarious instead?

WHAT IF- I mean, imagine, let me dream... Wouldn't it be cool, if we got a duel between Billy and Lighter, and at the start, we think it's something serious... with tension and all...

But they're actually just playing ping-pong or something.

Oh! Oh! And then, Caesar and Lucy show up, and it ends up being Caesar and Billy versus Lucy and Lighter!! :D Then Burnice, Piper, Lucy's piggies and Moccus become the audience with some people from Blazewood!! :D

Okay, I'll stop there, this is starting to sound like fanfic prompts.

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 30

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

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Her feet stumbled when she first hopped off his motorbike, groaning when the burning feeling on her calf reminded her of how she placed her leg a little bit too close to the exhaust pipe. Jungkook just chuckled while taking off his helmet, looking at her pissed off expression while she checked on herself while raising a bit her leg, rolling up her baggy jeans to see her skin.

—I told you to open your legs —he reminded her.

—I thought you were being a pig —she replied back, pouting at the end of the sentence while leaving her pants alone.

—It's just a little burn, it'll be alright —he walked towards her, unclasping the chin strap of her helmet—. Besides, it'll get better when you put some aloe cream on it. And it'll feel even better if I'm the one putting it on with a little massage —he smirked when their eyes met for the first time, feeling encouraged by the funny smile on her face—. Or I could kiss it better, and then I could kiss something else.

—Really?

Her hopeful eyes looked the biggest he had ever seen them while she took the helmet off, biting her lip before her expression suddenly changed back to the mocking one he was used to, working well with her hands, pushing the helmet to his stomach roughly.

A thick moan got stuck in his throat, still smirking besides being bent forwards, with the top of his head barely touching her stomach and her breasts ghosting over the back.

—Let's get things done. I have things to do.

She agreed on giving him what he wanted, risking her peaceful weekend, just in exchange for him to take her to the place that bag belonged to. And the only way to get it was following him to the Loop, standing in front of a white high-rise building that gave her neck pain just by attempting to look at the top.

—I didn't know you knew people here —she commented, looking back at him.

—I have good contacts —he scoffed, walking towards her.

—Why don't you tell those contacts to take you in?

—3A, you'd miss me. I can't do that to you.

Her eyes rolled with that sentence, waiting for him to walk ahead of her to let the smile slowly form for a short moment before her lips turned back into a straight line.

All the way from the entrance to the elevator, and from the elevator to the twentieth floor was nothing but an exchange of looks between them, with Jungkook shaking his head with a smile while looking away. She had no obligation to be there, and he was sure Y/n knew he'd have gone with her wherever she wanted without her having to ask twice.

There was no way she couldn't know by how he acted with only her.

—Are you going to reveal these two months were a test and you're actually a rich entrepreneur? —she joked, following him outside the lift— Oh, you're actually married and you got kicked out for being a pain in the ass and you're expecting me to convince her to take you back? That's why you were so insufferable.

—Shit. Remind me how twisted you are when we get out of here —Jungkook turned to her, dedicating a quick glance at her before turning back to the door.

He breathed in deeply, letting out all the air in his lungs while forcing himself to lift his fist and knock the door after almost two years.

Carly's smile dropped when she recognized those big eyes and the mullet haircut, and that same good boy smile that had no business in his face. Before he could speak, she slammed the door on his face, rubbing her face in the palm of her hands as if that would wake her up from the nightmare of having Jungkook back at her door after so long.

His fing\ers were back on the door bell, letting the high-pitched get through the door, and forcing Y/n to land a hand on his forearm to try to stop him from going on.

—They closed the door, can you stop?

—Just a bit more —he insisted.

The door opened suddenly not even one minute into him insistently ringing the bell, with an annoyed Carly looking at him with warning eyes while she tried her best not to say all the insults that were going through her head.

—What?

—I need your help.

—Oh my... You do not have the balls —she warned him.

But before she could even continue, Jungkook walked in between her and the wall, fitting in the small gap that she had left. Her attempt to stop him got interrupted by her eyes landing on a worried Y/n, who was willing to walk behind him only to stop him.

—Y/n?

—Whisk... Carly? —she quickly corrected herself.

—Wait, you know each other? —Jungkook peeked his head, surprised by that plot twist— Since when?

—You know this asshole? —Carly asked, pointing back at Jungkook.

—Unfortunately —she sighed.

—I know you're talking about me, but this isn't the conversation I wanted to have about me right now —he interrupted.

The two girls connected confused looks before finally stepping inside to join him, trying to guess what the both of them were doing to them while they took a seat on the couch.

—Carly, tell her about the curse —Jungkook said first, still standing in front of them.

His ex-girlfriend's eyes looked funny while she smiled, faking confusion while she looked at Y/n, who immediately rolled her eyes at the mention of that topic again. She thought he finally got over it.

—Jungkook, are you serious?

—What curse? —Carly mocked him, moving her brunette hair over her shoulder while chuckling.

—The one you threw at me when I cheated on you —and as he was aware of his own words and the impact they could have on Y/n's image on him, he phrased it differently—. I mean, I didn't cheat, because we weren't dating. But you know what I mean.

—I really don't know what you're talking about —she innocently said, slowly shaking her head as if she was speaking to a lunatic.

—You know! Don't play dumb —his building hysteria was evident in his tone.

—Jungkook, stop —Y/n called him out—. Did you really bring me here for this?

—Oh shoot, you're dating him? —Carly asked, connecting the dots that were presented for her since he first knocked at her door.

—No, we're not.

—Don't listen to her. She's in denial.

Y/n's eyes went blank at his comment, clenching her jaw and breathing in deeply while trying to control herself.

—This changes things.

After that mumble, Carly got up from his place, offering them a drink or something to eat before she disappeared behind the door at the right side of her couch.

—I can't believe you dated Whiskey Weeper —Y/n whispered, holding back her laugh.

—How cute of you making fun of a friend...

—She's a friend of a friend, with whom I hated to hang out with because she always ended up high as fuck and crying in a corner —she explained herself.

A brief moment of silence was surrounding them, until Jungkook spoke again.

—Whiskey Weeper? Wide-Eyed Carly is funnier.

It took her a few seconds to understand the nickname, ending up with her lips pressed tight as she tried to hold back the laugh, slapping his upper arm over the leather jacket.

—So —her voice interrupted them, turning them serious almost instantly—, what exactly are you doing here?

—Hmm... the curse? —Jungkook mentioned as if it were obvious��� Can you tell Y/n that it indeed happened?

—Don't waste time —Y/n interrupted her—. I know it's all bullshit and he's just...

—Oh no, it's true —Carly interrupted her—. I did throw a curse on him and, considering he's here, I bet it's working quite well. How's the single life treating you, Jungkook?

—It's alright, but maybe a little bit too long. Can you shut it off?

—Yeah, of course. I'll bring the crystal ball, repeat the curse three times and end it —Carly ironically said.

—Alright, we'll wait here.

—Jungkook, she's messing with you —Y/n corrected him.

—Hey...

—What did you even curse him for? Isn't it way easier to kick him on the balls and block him on every social media? —Y/n tried to make some sense out of something so surrealistic.

—Someone like him wouldn't even flinch at being kicked on the balls —Carly scoffed—. It was way better to just hurt him with what he played with the most —her shoulders shrugged, before she sat back in her place—. Do you know what it's like to see someone for months, thinking you're special, and then finding out you're another one of his girls because the dumbass answered a phone call with one of his whores while still being connected on the Bluetooth of my car?

—Seriously? —Y/n turned to him, only receiving a nervous shrug from him in response.

That was stupid even for Jungkook.

—He said it was someone related to the gym, so he got out of the car looking for intimacy while I stayed inside... Hearing how he kept telling the other one all the disgusting things he'd do to her that night.

—In my defense, we were never dating —Jungkook tried to defend himself—. It was never a relationship.

—I was going to introduce you to my parents, fucking dick.

—And how the hell is that my problem?

—He's someone unable to be in a relationship and value what it means, that's why I tried to keep him from ever being in one. I'm just doing a favor to the world.

You, so used to treating girls like objects, will be burdened by the pain of being treated the same way. Love will be an unknown word in your dictionary from now on so when you find The One, you will be repaid with everything you've been giving others

She certainly meant it.

While she wanted to be annoyed, it wasn't something surprising for Y/n. Actually, it was something she'd definitely expect from him, everything in that story just screamed his name.

—Wait, so that was what you wanted my book for?

Y/n remembered glimpses of the girls' night. They were both together with the rest of their group of friends, with everyone trying to cheer Carly up, like every night she drank a little bit too much and ended up crying to get a bit of attention as soon as it was on someone else.

—Huh? —Jungkook panickedly turned to her.

—We were drunk, I thought the book didn't work, so I gave it to her when she saw it on my shelf.

—Nevermind. Carly, please, erase it. Make it disappear.

—Are you deaf? I'm not the one who has the book. Besides... when I checked, there was no enchantment to break the curse —Carly explained—. And it's not like I'd want to break it either. You have what you deserve.

—Carly, please. It's getting worse —Jungkook rushed to say, getting up from the other couch—. I feel the same tickling I feel on my dick when I'm getting hard, but in my chest.

—Normal people would say they're getting butterflies, but of course you're not normal —Y/n mumbled.

—I get excited and happy, but I get annoyed and jealous, too. I really want things to go somewhere and I'm sure they won't move forward as long as this curse keeps going on.

—Wait, are you blaming my feelings on the curse? —Y/n scoffed, unbelieving of what she was hearing.

Carly looked at his big black eyes, clicking her tongue while she tried to ignore how big they looked while he tried to appeal to her softest side. He never begged for her attention, he never begged for her love, but he was begging her to break the curse, to allow him to feel loved. And he was doing all that because he wanted things to work out with a woman he actually caught feelings for.

—You deserve this —Carly whispered—. Find the way out of it by yourself. If you don't mind, I'm waiting for someone.

Opposed to Jungkook, Y/n didn't wait to be told twice before heading to the door, while her companion kept begging and asking for the brunette to do anything she could to help him, being answered with the door smacked on his face again.

There was something he got out of that reunion though, and it was the fact that Y/n would have no other choice but to accept that he wasn't using the curse as an excuse, because it did indeed exist.

—So, what now? I told you I wasn't making shit up —he joined her at her right, waiting for the lift—. What do you think?

—That you shouldn't have ended things with her. You two are lunatics.

—Says the person who owns the book —Jungkook answered back, joining her inside the lift.

—But I'm not running around as if it worked as a back up for anything. If you want to date me, just behave like a normal person for fuck's sake —she hawked, aware of what she said—. But since I don't want to date you, there's nothing you can actually do to make me change my mind.

Jungkook's side smile was back on his face at the realization of a slightest possibility of earning her. She had the thoughts, she just needed to be encouraged to act as well.

—So I do stand a chance?

—Just drive us to where you needed to take me —she asked him, looking exhausted as if she had done a marathon.

Jungkook slowed the motorbike to a stop in front of a dilapidated building on the edge of town. The old gym loomed ahead, its faded sign barely visible in the dim afternoon light. The building had an air of abandonment, yet something about it felt alive, as if the walls themselves were buzzing with the energy of countless fights and untold stories.

—This is it —Jungkook said, cutting the engine.

He stared at the building, a mix of nostalgia and unease flashing in his eyes. That was the place where everything started for him, that was the place he moved on from and promised he'd never look back.

—You sure this is the place? —Y/n looked at him, then back at the gym— It looks like it’s been through a war.

—More like a hundred wars —he chuckled—. This gym’s seen better days, but yeah, I’m sure.

She raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer from behind.

—Oh, don't tell me you're also familiar with this place.

Jungkook shrugged, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips, trying to play it cool before he spoke again.

—Of course I'm familiar. The amount of sons of bitches that came out of here...

—Says the biggest son of a bitch out there —she mumbled.

—Don't think I'll deny it, because it's true —he shrugged—. I'm a son of a bitch, literally.

His sigh after saying that sentence turned into a silent moan when her fingers pinched the most sensitive skin on his upper arm, getting his body to squirm and move away from her.

—Do you have problems with absolutely everyone you're around?

—Something like that —he clicked his tongue—. Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly on good terms with everyone here.

They walked up to the gym’s entrance, the door creaking loudly as Jungkook pushed it open. Inside, the gym was a shadow of its former self. Dust hung in the air, coating the old boxing rings and worn-out equipment. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the vast, empty space.

—These boxing bags are in really good shape though —Jungkook noticed, pointing at them—. I could clean them and...

—Jungkook —she called him out, before going back to being able to look around—. Did you fight against people here? I bet they're the reason your brain doesn't work anymore —Y/n teased, her voice laced with playful sarcasm as she took in the surroundings—. I’m surprised they let you out in one piece.

—You should've seen them —he mocked back—. My face remains pretty for a reason.

As they moved deeper into the gym, Jungkook’s eyes caught sight of a familiar logo painted on the far wall—a symbol that matched the one on the bag they’d received. He pointed it out, his playful demeanor slipping into something more serious.

—There it is —he said, nodding toward the logo—. That’s the same symbol that was on the bag. This place… It's a lot of starters for boxers. And they either turn successful or run a shitty gym.

—Your gym isn't shitty —Y/n tried to cheer him up—. It's just difficult to step inside —when noticing back his grin, she smiled back to keep asking—. Do you think this place has answers?

—Maybe —Jungkook replied, his tone thoughtful—. Or at least, it might give us a lead. The person who gave you the bag thought of you coming here, so there must be something. Let’s check the old locker rooms. If your brother trained here, he might’ve left something behind.

They walked side by side, the atmosphere growing heavier with each step. Y/n couldn’t resist breaking the tension with a joke.

—So, were you a big deal here? Did they call you something cool like ‘The Knockout King’?

—Baby, I ate them up with one move of my fist. I'm not the Doberman of Busan for no reason.

While she rolled her eyes, they reached the locker room, where rows of rusty lockers lined the walls. Y/n tried to look for something that could give out which one was her brother's, but she only found Jungkook stopping by one in concrete.

—Is that my brother's? —she asked, tone filled with hope.

—No —he quickly answered, stepping back and pretending to be looking around.

—Do you think it’s still here? Whatever he might’ve left? —she asked, still looking for the locker.

Jungkook didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he saw a locker with a number that was too familiar. Without warning her, his hands ran to the key she kept holding, matching the numbers on the label with the one plastered on the locker. He pulled on the handle, opening the creaky door to reveal a dusty old gym bag shoved into the corner. He reached in, pulling it out and setting it on the bench.

Y/n followed him, whileJungkook rifled through the bag’s contents—an old pair of white bandages, a towel, and a few tattered notebooks. He pulled out a small, folded piece of paper and handed it to her.

—This looks important.

Y/n unfolded the paper, her eyes scanning the scribbled notes. It wasn’t just random thoughts -it was detailed information. Names, dates, locations… all connected to the underground fighting ring.

—This… This could be it. This could lead us to the person who got my brother involved —her heart skipped a beat as she realized the significance.

In the middle of Y/n's excitement, Jungkook tried to remember who was the person who owned that locker. Because he did remember the placement, he remembered living something, but he couldn't quite come up with a face to fit it.

—Looks like we’re not done playing detective yet —he finally said, when he noticed her eyes on him.

—Thanks for helping me, Jungkook. I couldn’t do this without you —she met his gaze, a mix of gratitude and determination in her eyes.

—Don’t get all mushy on me now —he grinned, with that familiar spark of teasing lighting up his eyes—. Besides, if you're really that happy, you have one way to prove it.

—I'm so happy that I'll ignore that comment —she came back at him—. Now let’s get out of here before this place collapses on us.

—I hope it's after I come here with Jimin to pick up the boxing bags —her eyes fell instantly on him with another warning—. What? I'm poor, I need to save money, and my gym isn't in a far better state than this one, so...

—By the way, if you fought against people here, is there a possibility you knew my brother?

Jungkook looked at her hopeful eyes, at the way the spark to have something else to pull from to find the truth shined in front of her, but that scared him. What if he did know him, and the explanation of their relationship was something that'd pull her back away after all the advances he made?

—Doubt it —he shook his head—. I just fought against one or two people here, and they're still alive.

—I thought you didn't keep up with their lives —Y/n's squinted.

—Unfortunately, I do know about those.

Jungkook tried to bring back the humor, washing away the tension that built after that question, and which also disappeared with the ringing of her phone. Her eyebrows were frowned, turning to a pissed off expression and a concerned one in a matter of seconds.

—Shit, I forgot —she scratched her nape.

—That you can't live without me?

—One of my coworkers is getting married tomorrow, and I totally forgot I was invited.

—Then don't go —he shrugged.

—If I don't go, they'll come at my neck —she explained—. I don't want to go alone either —her prolonged whine was only cut by his voice.

—I'll go with you —he suggested, calmly.

—What?

—I'll go with you. It's one of the girls that were with you when I picked you up once, right? We'll have it under control.

That wink and the click of tongue he made didn't relax her one bit, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with all that stress by herself. 

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Bruce had fallen asleep at his desk again.

His triple-monitor setup had been in the same screens for a few hours, enough for them to be concerningly warm. Bruce was slumped over, the computer mouse having fallen to the ground and ejecting the batteries in the process. Alfred sighed and picked them up, blowing on them in case there had been cobwebs on the floor. He pushed the batteries back into the mouse and placed it on the desk.

None of the tabs Bruce had open were all that essential- two news articles about inmates in Arkham Asylum, one about a building collapse, one about a superhero in another city. Bruce could find these again. He’d given him hell once when he shut down his computer system when he was running a tracing program for a certain piece of engine coding and then needed to start it again when Alfred shut his system off.

Did Bruce have the recording contacts in his eyes? In this state, he doubted Bruce would wake up even if he dug his fingers into his retinas to get any contacts out. Alfred grabbed him by the sweatshirt and propped him up in the chair, and gently opened one of his eyes. Nothing. Thank Christ. The bags under his eyes were a sight much more ghastly.

A cot had been lugged down to the temperature-controlled computer room. It was at the opposite end of the entrance to the Batcave, where most of the actual bats that screeched and echoed down the tunnel preferred to stay. There were bat-houses—installed by Alfred, of course— that kept them away from the entrance with the garage and down into the computer room. Bruce couldn’t be near them, and the bats were impossible to rid of completely, so they were incentivized to stay on one side of the cave and not the other. Why Bruce couldn’t just bring a bed, an actual damn bed down here, Alfred couldn’t imagine. He’d lug it down himself if Bruce would just buy one. He would have begged for the chance to bring a nice bed into the base camps he’d spent weeks in.

Alfred rolled up one of Bruce’s sleeves. A slice on his forearm that Bruce had sewn himself was still holding. Alfred had the other day sewn another one on the shoulder of the opposite arm. He’d shown Bruce how to put his skin back together the way the medical squadron leader in the RAF had taught him. It’s funny. He thought he’d had his share of the stench of blood and battlefield injuries when he finally hopped over the pond.

He went over to the motorbike next. Alfred reached for the water bottle strapped on the side and disconnected it from the Velcro strap. He shook it- only a few drops left. He held the loop on the cap and swung it gently on his finger as he walked to the exit of the computer room. It lead to a kitchen, where Alfred washed out the water bottle and refilled it with filtered water. He paused, sighed and craned his head back, then walked back to strap the full water bottle back on the bike.

What even time was it? Alfred checked his watch, one gifted to him by Thomas. 3:06am. God.

There was nothing else he could do tonight. Bruce’s bloody shirts were bleached and in the wash. His motorcycle had gotten a repair job last week. Even his boot laces were still perfectly tied.

As quiet as he entered, Alfred left, turning the lights off after him.

[helpmeimblorboing]

My main villain’s transformation over the years is so fucking funny, cause like he was born a fully-formed adult man out of a pool of liquid magma that spontaneously manifested inside his mother’s womb; had a depressive run-in with a human who tried to kill him after learning of his true nature, which taught him - this fledgling chick -about betrayal, and another with a small kid who died of sickness, teaching him about death.

And you know what he does after that ?

He takes an office job !! He just decides to integrate into human society. Sure, he incinerates any bosses who are overly rude to him and is an extreme taskmaster, but for all intents and purposes, he’s a loyal slave to capitalism

And then Damian shows up and ropes him into the Carneficina - this actual, literal terror cult composed of killers that is, in effect, actually a rather sweet family unit

So he becomes a greaser. Flaming motorbike and all, dragon tattoo running up his side, black hair slicked back with what looks like gel but is actually him purposefully making his hair shine to make it look like he puts gel in there. Carries around a gun that he effectively never uses, except for once when he enchanted its bullets to blow up inside his enemies’ flesh, solely for the sake of Rule Of Cool

And then the Red Massacre happened, and Serenity left the Carneficina. Damian became depressed, and all terror-y, murder shit grinds to a halt

So what does our intrepid antagonist do ? Go back to his old life ? Nah man !! He starts another cult named the Fireborn, positions himself as both its religious leader and god, and starts what is effectively a branching organisation, looping most cults of Dysphoria under the Fireborn’s sway. Like, this man has gone into full-on Satanic priest mode, goat-skull, red robes and all

And then one of his followers, the Pack Leader, betrays him and flees with a precious Artifact, and he chooses to give chase, ending up in London

And you know what this mad lad does next ? He grows himself a house (literally, out of the dirt like a tree) and settles in for the long haul, taking a job as a janitor and befriending the Pack Leader’s son as a fuck you to his former employee

Afarit, the man you are

[scaredgirlsilly]

made this just now cause i feel like shit and i also wanted to use samples in more. idk. original ways??

samples are: - Two Motorbikes by Shitkid (guitar loop) - Dream: Encounter on Smoke Mountain by Car Seat Headrest (left drum loop) - The Vocab Quiz by tv room (right drum loop) - Good Luck Final Girl by underscores (small voice clip)

and then just tv static at the end cause i didnt know how to end it